I made a horrible mistake.
And it takes something really bad for me to say that.
I know everyone inside and out, because it's amusing and usually helps me somewhere down the line.
If I didn't know how to piss off those losers who follow me around, how bored would I be? If I didn't know how to con stuff out of Cuddy, I'd just be s.o.l.
Why, why did I have to get to know that damn Wilson?
It doesn't gain me anything.
And he's not corrupt, which sucks. I mean, yeah, he's corrupt. He cheats on every woman in the world practically simultaneously. But he's still such a goddamn saint at heart.
It makes it really tough to torment him.
One good point of the saint complex is the quilt about the times when he falls from grace. That fodder lasts for months, even when I'm cheering over his divorce.
And he's very trusting. I can say anything, and a part of him will believe me. Or really, really want to.
It's almost cute.
But none of it gains me anything! This whole friendship ordeal is useless!
I don't know where I stand with him. He's not my underling, and he's not my boss, and he doesn't go away if I snarl. I don't know how to deal with him…
And he's always watching me with those damn innocent eyes! Like he's trying to catch me doing something bad. Worse than popping pills.
What does he expect from me?
I don't know how to deal with him, so I treat him almost as bad as the posse. He always needs to be insulted and taken aback, or else he asks annoying questions and philosophizes at me.
So I just need to keep fiddling with him.
Not that kind of fiddling… That will definitely never happen in real life. If something drastic happened, though…
I shouldn't have let Wilson become my best friend.
I made a horrible mistake: I allowed Wilson to become my equal.